This poem is about falling in love when you know it’s not going to work. There is something defiant in that, that I think Hollywood misses. Sure, if we’re lucky in our lives, we meet the “one.” But life’s messy and beautiful and imperfect and I’ve always felt that the journey is the point not the preface. I tried to play with the imagery of fire because it is both brief, dazzling, and can burn you if you’re not careful. The dance is not for a show, it’s genuine. It’s a special form of devotion to skip around a dance floor together while it slowly burns up. I hope I captured that here.